"I didn't do it! I'm being framed! It was Atlas!" Sven yelled, his voice echoing in the interrogation room. He slammed his hands against the metal table, making his cuffs and chains rattle. But he didn't stop, continuing to rage and deny the accusations against him.
"I said it's not me!" Sven roared, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Can anyone hear me?! I said I'm being framed! Where's my lawyer?! I know someone is in that mirror!"
Sven glared at the mirror, knowing someone was watching him. "Do you think this is funny?! I said I didn't do anything! I'm innocent—this is a setup! I said this is a setup—"
"Now, now, please calm down, Mr. Sven Bennet."
Sven stopped when a detective walked into the interrogation room, carrying a small laptop. He snapped his eyes to the man, desperation flickering across his face.
"Detective, I didn't do it, okay? I was set up!" Sven leaned closer to the table, panic tightening his voice.
